In Liling Mountain in this season, the lotus roots are crisp and the water chestnuts are sweet. There are three hundred miles of Luoma Lake, twelve connected mountains, mountains surrounded by water, and water connected to the mountains. The mountains and rivers blend into the long sky, and the long sky dyes the mountains and rivers.
The clear Luo Ma Lake stretches as far as the eye can see. The sun seems to have warmed the lake water. There is only one shuttle boat at the small ferry. The boatman is lazily basking in the sun. Business is not good today, and he is slightly worried. My wife's
The illness won't be cured for a while, and my grandson is about to turn one year old. I have to set up a few tables and invite all my close relatives and friends, and this all costs money.
"How do those rich men in Li Lingshan live their daily lives?" The old boatman's eyes were a little sleepy. Thinking about his own embarrassment and the rumors he heard in the past, he felt slightly uncomfortable. Hearing what others said,
The rich people in Li Lingshan do nothing. They stay in bed every day without getting up. There is a frying pan beside the bed. They want to eat fried dough sticks, deep-fried dough sticks, and fried rice cakes.
"Whose boat? Can we leave?"
A sound interrupted the old man's train of thought, and he quickly stood up beside the boat. The sun was glaring and he couldn't open his eyes, but he still saw two people, as if they were about to take the boat.
The old boatman suddenly regained his energy, climbed up quickly, took up the boat pole, and kept saying: "Let's go, let's go now."
Two young people came, the older one was at most twenty-five or six years old, and the younger one was only sixteen or seventeen years old. The one who was sixteen or seventeen years old was carrying two small baggage, with a confused look on his face, grinning with his teeth bared.
Look at the old boatman.
"It's easy to talk about." Mulu shook off the baggage on his body, looked at the other person next to him, and said: "Brother, there is no other boat, so I will take this one. I am waiting to go home anyway."
"The two boys have just arrived in Li Ling?" The old boatman skillfully fiddled with the boat and made preparations for departure. He could see that the two men were covered in travel dust and seemed to have traveled a long way: "Get on the boat and rest for a while.
Two more fish, stewed in the lake water, turned into raw soup and eaten, let's go."
I was confused and jumped on the boat. The young man behind me walked all the way, not fast but very steady. He was older and naturally steady. Although the small shuttle boat was small, it was still comfortable for two people. The old boatman
Having been in charge of a boat for half a lifetime, I am very skilled in the craftsmanship. With a little pole, the boat is like a light fish, breaking through the water and rowing forward.
"Brother, wash up." Mulu threw away the baggage, plunged his head into the water next to him, and shook his head back and forth. This wash washed away the sweat and dust on his face. Mulu was feeling energetic, so he threw off his shirt and made a show of
Plunge into the water.
The young man in his mid-twenties frowned, as if he was afraid of him. At that time, he withdrew one foot and sat back down. The old boatman smiled, bared his teeth at him, and spoke in Mandarin.
Ask: "What are you laughing at?"
"Brother, are you from somewhere else?" the old man said while steering the boat, "Going to Li Ling to visit relatives?"
"I won't tell you." He touched his stomach in confusion and muttered: "Didn't you talk about fish? Hurry up, brother, I'm hungry."
"Okay." The old boatman looked at the sun. It was still early, and it happened to be time for dinner. He threw the pole and let the boat float slowly on the water, and then took out the fishing line and fishing rod.
While fiddling with the things in his hands, the old man couldn't help but look at the young man. The young man didn't have an outstanding appearance. At first, he didn't attract the man's special attention, but slowly, he noticed something about himself.
It was an indescribable feeling. He didn't know what this young man did, but he was sitting steadily in the boat, his body motionless, and he had a strange atmosphere.
The lake was full of wild fish, and there was no bait. When the hook was put down, the fish quickly took the bait. The old man was a little proud, but when the fish was caught, he was a little regretful: "It is rare to catch big fish in the lake."
When my father was young, he could catch more than ten kilograms of golden carp."
"That's it. Hurry up, your belly is flat." Mulu didn't mind the size of the fish. He stretched out a finger and moved the lively fish back and forth.
The old man caught several fish one after another, stewed them on the boat, and simmered a pot of brown rice. It was a delicious meal. Although the ingredients were not complete, it didn't take long for the fresh taste of the fish to float out with the boiling soup.
.
"Smells." He sniffed in confusion and couldn't help but dip some fish soup into it to try it out.
"And this." The old boatman brought out a small jar: "Last year's new rice, home-brewed wine, I can eat and drink as much as I like. We are tourists, and we don't charge for food and wine."
"Nothing that should be given to you can be spared from you."
The young man who had been sitting silently did not speak, but as soon as he opened the wine jar, he seemed to smell a very familiar smell. He was confused and fidgeting with the hot fish to eat. The young man was not polite and poured the bowl himself.
Drink up the wine in one gulp.
"Good drinker." The old boatman was stunned for a moment. People who work on the water all like wine to refresh themselves and remove moisture. But a coarse porcelain bowl contains at least half a catty of wine. He rarely sees people drink it in one gulp.
. But how can I put it, when locals meet foreigners, they naturally want to earn some face for themselves. The old boatman smiled and said: "Brother, he should be from outside. The wine is good wine. It is not mixed with water. It just has to be mixed with water."
Be careful. Even if Mr. Fu here in Li Ling drinks seven kilograms of wine in one meal, there will still be times when he drinks too much..."
"Who is Mr. Fu?" he asked vaguely with rice and fish in his mouth.
"Fu Zhanshan." The old boatman pointed back: "I can't say he has a drinking capacity. I'm not boasting. I saw him with my own eyes in the early years. Let's talk about it from afar. In fact, we have a little relationship with Mr. Fu.
Li..."
"Seven pounds a meal?" The young man finally spoke for the first time. His voice was a little rough. He glanced at the wine jar at hand: "There must be about ten pounds in this jar."
"Nine catties and nine taels." The old boatman looked at the young man with some confusion.
"I'll give you the money for the drink and the boat fare." The young man picked up the jar, put his mouth directly to the mouth of the jar, raised his hand sharply, raised his head and started to drink.
"Brother, you..." The old man was completely stunned. When had he ever seen someone drinking like this?
He shrank his neck in confusion and looked at the young man. No one said anything, only the sound of drinking was heard continuously. The old man's eyes remained blank. After an unknown period of time, the young man put down the jar and wiped his mouth.
The jar was empty, and all the wine in the large jar had entered his stomach.
"Bring me some food." The young man sat down calmly and smiled at the old man: "What about Fu Zhanshan? I've never seen him. Ask him to try it. It's a cow, and I can drink it too."
Get down."
"This, this..." The old boatman's words were choked back in his throat. After a long time, he finally laughed and said a little unwillingly: "We, Li Ling, have many wealthy guests since ancient times.
I’m afraid it’s not clear if you come from outside. If you don’t tell me from afar, there are only a few of them right now, and few can compare to them..."
"Then tell me." The young man's stomach was like a bottomless pit. He drank almost ten kilograms of wine, and his expression did not change. He ate the rice in the bowl and said, "Let me learn more."
There was clearly a hint of provocation, or disdain, in the young man's tone. The old man had a straightforward temper. Although he was carrying passengers, he couldn't stand this tone. He put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands and said, "Others,
I won’t say anything, just one thing. When I get to the other side of the lake, I can just ask around.”
"Who is it?" Another smile appeared on the young man's lips, he put down the bowl in his hand with great interest and looked at the old man.
"The eighth young master of our Li Lingwei family." When the old boatman mentioned this man, he couldn't help but straighten up his waist. There was an indescribable pride in his words: "Li Ling, he is the number one hero in three hundred miles."
"He is the number one hero. Okay, that's right." The young man couldn't help but burst out laughing: "What kind of skills does this eighth young master of the Wei family have?"
"You have the ability, you have the great ability." The old boatman smacked his lips, but after thinking for a long time, he didn't know what to say: "It's hard to explain, but in short, he is very powerful."
"Eat, eat, and then sail away." Muzhu seemed to be choking on his rice, rolling his eyes while interrupting.
The young man said nothing more. His eyes looked towards the distance, the hazy Li Ling Mountain, as if in the fog. The smile on his face had long since disappeared, as if he was reminiscing about something.
The boat rowed briskly on the water again. After walking for a while, the old boatman adjusted the bow of the boat and grabbed him in confusion: "Why did you change the direction?"
"Brother, you don't know." The old boatman pointed in the distance: "There is a large field of reeds over there. There are dangers. Let's go out and stay safe. It's not too far to take a detour."
"How long will this take?"
"At most more than an hour."
"Brother." He turned around in confusion and looked at the young man who closed his eyes and took a nap: "What should I do?"
"Just walk by the reeds and don't take any detours." The young man said without batting an eye.
"That's not safe, brother, it's not safe." The old man waved his hands repeatedly: "These robbers have guns in their hands. I have no money left, just this broken boat, but brother..."
"I'll help you if you have something to do." The young man opened his eyes and interrupted the old man.
The old boatman couldn't help but trembled in excitement. When he saw the eyes of the young man lying down, he suddenly had an illusion. He felt that the person lying on his boat was not a person at all, but a head.
Hu. He swallowed back all the words he said, and even though he was reluctant, he still followed the path the young man told him by some strange coincidence.
The closer we got to Weizi, the slower the old man rowed. He kept feeling uneasy and thought something was going to happen today.